"It's seductive," Freddie agreed before he could stop himself. What in the hell was he doing? He didn't want to make friends with Anatoly. Even if he could understand the lure of power and how happy it had made him. To distract himself from his...it wasn't pity and he didn't want to examine what feeling it was, he snorted when he saw Walter. "Of course he would be there. I think he has his slimy hands in just about everything."